Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Acolyte.

'I can't keep him in my basement forever. And let's face it... When he wakes up, he's gonna bust right out of that.'

The nasally voice of Craig explained, watching the slowed motion of the imp as he worked on tightening rope restraints.

Kenny remained unconscious in the middle of the room, his body tied to rickety old chair. The head of sandy blond locks was dropped, chin resting against his chest. He was completely unresponsive. The imp had also made sure to restrain his arms and legs too, anything to avoid another run in with whatever he was.

Craig meanwhile was having an internal crisis about what he was seeing. He did have an ounce of respect for Kenny, despite some of the shady shit he'd get up to and he was clearly hiding some dark secrets too. They used to hang out after classes for fucks sake - now he was tied in his basement and Craig was far from certain if he would ever wake up again.

Finishing his last knot, the Imp stumbled away with a grunt - clutching at his stomach. Craig offered to help him walk, but he received a shunt away instead from the imp. Eventually, he managed to crawl into another chair across the room and hauled himself to sit up as best he could. Carefully, fingers wrapped around the hem of the shirt and pulled it upwards to reveal the extent of his wound.

'Ack... Shit... Jesus man, that's not good...' He whined, the wound itself was blackened - as if the flesh had burned and wilted against whatever that blade was.

'Woah...' Craig had joined him. His eyes darted about the bloody, charred mess. How the hell was he gonna fix that? 'Bandage?' The only thing he could feel he could offer, there was no explaining that at a hospital.

Pulling the shirt down once more, the imp gave a weakened nod. 'Yeah... P-please. Thanks...' His normal blue gaze darted back across to their captured being. 'I'll call you when... If he wakes...'

...

Items recovered and a coffee brewed. The pastor had set to work sterilising the imps open wounds.

'How the fuck did he not get your spine?' Craig pondered aloud, gently dabbing away with a doused cloth much to the imps disgust. Weirdly, the wound had started to knit itself together in the middle but Tweek knew this time it was going to be a long process.

'Ahh! Dude... Chill with whatever that is! Argh! I don't know... Either way he still stabbed me!' His body lurched with every touch, the pain still fresh upon each contact of cleansing fluid.

'You cracked his skull.' The pastor retorted before motioning him to get up so he could dress his torso. 'Let me know if it's too tight.' He requested, getting to work wrapping the imp up with white cotton. Shaky, tired hands worked as best as he could manage but the imp flinched each time his fingers or knuckles brushed his skin. Eyes met each others once again.

'You're- your hands are cold...' Tweek mumbled, his cheeks flushing a crimson as he hurried about pulling his bloodied shirt down again. Craig quietly flashed him an apologetic smile before pushing himself back up to his feet and hurriedly tidying bits away.

'Sooo...' The imp spoke again after gulping down his mug of coffee. 'You had enough wine to speak to me now..?' Questioning tone, he still wanted to pry into the mind of his pastor.

Letting a small chuckle escape his lips, he didn't want to admit that his head was aching. 'Maybe... I mean, I don't know where to start-'

'God... You two are sooo gay...' A weary and croaky voice came from behind the pair. Their captured body had started to spring to life. Kenny's head rolled back, eyes puffy and lips bloodied - his muscles twitched against the restraints. 'Ah... You fucks...'

The pastor and the imp slowly turned to face the struggler, both weary of his weakened struggles against his binds - no one was falling for a sense of security this time. Tweeks hand reached towards the workbench against the wall nearest them, wanting to secure the dagger that Craig had recovered from the car park. However, as soon as his fingertips feathered over the hilt - his hand recoiled, a searing pain encapsulating his fingertips as the hilt burnt them. 'Ah fuck...' He breathed, wiggling his fingers.

'Yeah it's not meant for your sort to wield, dumbass...' Kenny's laugh wheezed, there was definitely a broken rib or two within his chest cavity. 'It's designed for you to be on the receiving end...'

Glaring, the pastor instead decided to pick it up - the blade having no effect on him - and he rested the point firmly in the centre of Kenny's chest. He was beyond this shit now, this fucked up town had always had it's deal of crap throw their way but these last few weeks had really taken the biscuit. And now he couldn't trust anyone for fear they'd turn out to be something from either the gates of heaven or hell.

'Who are you really? Because I don't know what to think anymore. I need some goddamn answers and fast.' Craig pushed a little more onto the blade, the exhaustion and frustration very apparent in his voice.

Kenny lulled his head back in order to meet with Craig's blank stare. A smile crept upon his face. 'An acolyte.'

'To who?'

'Our lord and saviour.'

'So we want the same thing?'

'No...' Kenny sighed, his grey eyes rolling. 'I have an actual job unlike you dressed up action dolls saying a few verses on a Sunday morning. My job is to protect this town from deceiving, disgusting demons... I have been the thing that stands between normal life and chaos. People don't need to know what actual monsters live in the dark. But between you two and the rest of the occultists, you're slowly chipping away at that thin veil... Soon this town will be covered in hellfire.'

'By that account, we definitely want the same thing.' Craig continued to put on a brave facade.

'Okay, then - you won't mind me killing your boyfriend then? Gotta get rid of those demons, right?'

'Well-'

'Exactly. Me and you, as fun as it was, are not on the same page. Stop cosplaying as a priest because it makes you feel better about yourself and your shitty life... Cause get what, Craig - that's fucking life. You wanna join me in this crusade, you really wanna clean up this town...' Kenny's arms snapped the restraints, snatching the blade from the pastors grasp. A hand grabbed his collar, pulling Craig close as the dagger traced his lips. 'Start by killing your pet... Prove your actual worth to the almighty god.' The blade was thrust back into the pastors hold before Kenny flung him backwards.

'THAT'S ENOUGH!'

Both Kenny and Craig were thrown across the room to keep each other separate. The blond imp was the only to remain standing, but his hands covered his face - his mind had gone haywire over the constant back and forth.

'You're both full of shit!' Tweek eventually snapped, the bickering and pig-headedness of the two so called 'friends' had just been too much. 'All you fucking bible bashers are the same... Who can devote their life more to a bearded white guy that sits upon a throne of death and suffering...' He mimicked, hands flailing around him. 'And you think we're bad guys... Your so called god has murdered children, wiped out civilisations, Jesus Christ... You're god made bets with Satan... And Gambling is a sin? ERGH!!' Fingers found blond locks, tugging at them. 'You're all in the wrong... He loves chaos... That's why he's testing you with more shit... Neither of us asked for this, it just happened... So why don't we do the human thing... And help those... That can't help themselves...'

'Dude... You quoted the bible.'

'You know what I mean!' Scowling, Tweek barked a roar, clearly pissed off. 'And if there's some shitty demons along the way... or people... Then you can do your stabby thing...'

Craig and Kenny exchanged a look.

'I don't think I've met a demon this coherent before...' Kenny shrugged but gave a nod. Something had got through to him at least. 'Ok. But the second you turn-'

'You stab me. Got it...' Folding his arms, Tweek refused to look the newcomer in the eyes.